I don’t know where this poem came from. Teaching? Writing? Frustration? Who knows? It’s here.
THE ARCHITECTURE OF STORY
We begin with a one-dimensional stick figure and a idea.
The idea towers in our mind.
Big. Big, Big.
A few years ago, it might have been more than a few, time is a bit waffle-y, I was sitting at a table with some pretty fancy writers and we were talking about teaching. One of them said the class…